~Cariño: A Quackbur Story~

~Don't Cry Over Split Milk~

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Spring used to be my favourite season.

It's when the trees bloom with pretty blossoms. When flowers would show off their petals and creatures and critters came out to talk. Spring is when birds become vocal; flying through the sky. The gentle humming of bees floating in the air as they make their honey...

I hate the sneezing, though. My nose is turning pink permanently. Pollen snuck in the originally fresh air like a criminal in the night, stealing my calmness.
It stuck onto my glasses, making my already horrid vision even worse.

Spring reminded me of my childhood. When my parents seemingly cared. I got little Easter baskets and chocolates every Easter Monday. My mom would take me to the local church for Easter egg hunts. My dad would take me fishing, and then my mom would cook our finds for dinner.

I don't know what stopped those traditions. Maybe it was when I got older. Maybe it was when my parents got older. Maybe... it was when my dad lost his first job.

I know, ironic.

I was 11 when he came home that spring day. He smelt of smoke and alcohol. It was late. Around 10. Admittedly, I was supposed to be asleep, but I was up watching my favourite TV show.

He stumbled inside, looking confused. He didn't see me. I was hiding behind the television. It was one of those big boxy TVs, so it was easy to do.

He swore. I don't remember exactly what he said, but he called my mom. She rushed in, and he said something to her that made her cry.
I later found out that he told her that he got fired.
My dad found a job soon after. But it definitely did not pay as much...

It's allergy season.

I sneezed as I walked down my neighbourhood side walk. The slight drizzle of rain bounced off of the streched plastic of my umbrella.
You would think that rain would've stopped the pollen, but...

My mind wandered just as my legs did. It was as if I was on autopilot.  My mind was my compass.

My life was felt as if it was falling apart, holding on by its seams.

My parents were ignoring me in our own house, I'm was fired from my job, my best friend doesn't want to talk to me anymore, and —worst of all — my guitar, my only source of coping, is broken.

I was heading to the music store, in the rain, with the last bit of my money I had saved up.
The clink of my shoes was drowned out by the now pouring rain.

I honestly don't know why I took this path to the store.
I knew a shorter way...

I blushed as I pasted a curtain shop.
Okay, maybe I'm a liar. I knew a reason, a good reason, why I didn't take the shorter route.

I had to admit, I was a bit nervous. I hadn't seen him in a while, and I hadn't talked to him in longer. My heart was beating fast, as if it was its own music band.

But, when I saw the shop, my heart stopped and fell into my stomach.

The windows were dark, not one light to be seen. It was 4 in the afternoon. It was supposed to be open. They close at 6.

I pushed my eye against the huge window, only to see more pitch black. I sighed, walking towards the glass door.
It had a paper stuck to it with tape, battered by the rain, causing it to stick to the door.

"Hello! Casa de los Sabores is temporarily closed! We do wish this hasn't inconvenienced you in the slightest. Have a nice day! - Management"

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Words: 630 (according to Wattpad)

A/N: This chapter isn't that sad, i feel like that should come in intervals. Hope you guys are enjoying your day!